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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.