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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.