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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.