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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.