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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.