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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Television,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.