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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.