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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.