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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.