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 Georgia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Smog,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.