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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
ABBA,
DNA,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.