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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Gong,
a-ha,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.