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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
UT,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Organ,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.