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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.