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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.