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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
The Index,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.