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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.