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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Houston and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.