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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Selector Dub Narcotic 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.