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 Canada and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Faust,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.