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 United States and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.