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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.