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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.