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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.