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 Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
PIL,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Crime,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.