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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Sun City Girls 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.