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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 an organ 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.