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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Grauzone 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
X-101,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.