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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
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