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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Nico,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.