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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.