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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.