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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.