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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.