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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
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