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 Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.