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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
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