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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.