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 Senegal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
10cc,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.