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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.