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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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