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 China and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.