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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.