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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 the Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.