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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Swans,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
10cc,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.