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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.