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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
JFA,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.