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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.