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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.