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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Can,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Index,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.