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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.