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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.