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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.