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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.