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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.