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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Model 500,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Index,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.