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 Korea North and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.