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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
The Names,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.