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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.