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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.