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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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