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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.