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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.