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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.