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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew 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?
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.