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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.