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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.