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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
the Normal,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.