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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.