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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.