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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.