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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.