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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.