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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.