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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Pylon,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
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