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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Monks,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.