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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.