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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.