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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
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