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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.