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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.