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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.