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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Das Ding to the techno 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.