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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.