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 Algeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
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Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
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