Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.