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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.