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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 The Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.