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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.