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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 48th St. Collective to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.