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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.