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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.