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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Technova to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.