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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
ABC,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.