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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 a 808 and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Excepter,
CMW,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.