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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.