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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.