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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Residents to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Swans,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.