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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.