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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
PIL,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.