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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.