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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.