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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.