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 Nepal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Franke,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.