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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Cybotron 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.