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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.