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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Gong,
Little Man,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.