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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tears for Fears to the rock 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
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