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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.