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 Brazil and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
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