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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Pole,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
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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.