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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.