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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.