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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.