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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.