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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.