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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.