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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.