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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.