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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 a snare and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.