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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.