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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
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