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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.