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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
CMW,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
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