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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the funk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.