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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.