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 Tunisia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 The Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.