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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
the Human League,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.