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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.