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 Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Magma,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.