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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
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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.
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.