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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
MC5,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.