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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Crime,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.