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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.