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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.