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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Crime,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.