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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Slave,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.