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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.