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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.