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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
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