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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 snare 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.