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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
AZ,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.