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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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?
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.