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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.