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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.