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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.