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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.