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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.