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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.