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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.