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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
UT,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.