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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
The Names,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.