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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.