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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.