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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Oneida to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
CMW,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.