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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.