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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.