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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.