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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.