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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Sam Rivers to the dance 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.