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 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Can,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.