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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 marimba 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.