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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nirvana 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.