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 Iraq and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.