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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.