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 India and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Nas,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.