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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marine Girls to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.