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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.