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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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