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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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