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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.