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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Davy DMX to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Faust,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.