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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.