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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
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