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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.