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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.