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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.