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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.