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 Benin and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.