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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.