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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 American Breed to the disco 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.