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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.