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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.