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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
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