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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Deakin,
The Names,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.