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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Mars,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.