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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.