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 Switzerland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
the Association,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.