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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.