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 Brunei and from London.
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 Bremen and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.