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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.