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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.