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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.