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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Television,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.