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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.