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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Remains to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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