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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 güiro and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
June Days,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.