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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Star Department to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Neu!,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.