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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.