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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 a clarinet and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.