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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Sparks to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.