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 Burundi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.