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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.