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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.