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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells 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 Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
June Days,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.