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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.