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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Index,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
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