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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
The Index,
World's Most,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.