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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.