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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.