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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.