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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Slave,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.