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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Magazine,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.