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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.