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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer 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?
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.