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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.