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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.