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 Nigeria 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Magma,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.