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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.