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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
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