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 United States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Moebius,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.