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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.