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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.