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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.