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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.