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 Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 808 and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Q65,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.