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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.