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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
CMW,
X-102,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
DNA,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.