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 Argentina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.