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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
cv313,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.