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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Q65,
Organ,
Can,
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