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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.