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 Angola and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Funkadelic to the funk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.