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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.