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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the dance 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.