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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
CMW,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.