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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
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.