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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.