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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.