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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
The Human League,
Gong,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.