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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
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