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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the rap 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.