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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.