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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Gong,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.