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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
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