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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.