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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
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