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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
JFA,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.