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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smoke to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.