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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.