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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.