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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Nico,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
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