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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.