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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.