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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.