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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.