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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.