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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.