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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Television,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.