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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.