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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.