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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.