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 the UAE 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
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