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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Smog to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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?
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.