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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
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