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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.