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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.