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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
The Names,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.