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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Slave,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Television,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
UT,
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