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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Cameo,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.