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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.