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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.