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 Uganda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Hoover,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.