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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.