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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.