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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Television,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
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