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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.