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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.