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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
10cc,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
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