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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 United States of America to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.