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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.