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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.