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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Derrick May to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
CMW,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.