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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scott Walker to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.