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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.