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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.