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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.