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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nas to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.