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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
The Move,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.