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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
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