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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.