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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.