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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Real Kids to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.