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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Wings 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.