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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.