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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.