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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.