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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.