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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Index,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
UT,
Darondo,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
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