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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.