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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.