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 Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.