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 Burkina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.