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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.