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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.