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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.