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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.