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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
UT,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.