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 St Lucia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
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