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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Seeds to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.