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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.