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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.