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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.