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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.