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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.