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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.