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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.