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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
UT,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.