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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.