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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Mars,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.