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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.