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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.