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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oneida to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.