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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.