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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.