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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.