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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.