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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
UT,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
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