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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
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