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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.