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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.