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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '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 Fad Gadget 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?
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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