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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
The Motions,
Japan,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Index,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.