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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
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