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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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