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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.