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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.