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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
The Move,
AZ,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.