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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
10cc,
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