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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 oboe and a linndrum 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.