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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.