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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.