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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
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