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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.