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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Q65,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.