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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Nico,
The Index,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
New Order,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.