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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.