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 Dominica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.