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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.