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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.