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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Monks,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.