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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.