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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Real Kids to the crunk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.