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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.