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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.