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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moby Grape 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.