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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Organ,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Hoover,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.