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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a mellotron 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.