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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
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Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.