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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 OOIOO to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.