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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Motorama to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Excepter,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.