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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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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.