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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 snare and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Crime,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Organ,
The American Breed,
ABC,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.