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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Gun Club to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.