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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
UT,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.