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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.