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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.