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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 McCallum. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.