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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.