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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
UT,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.