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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
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Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.