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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Nas,
The Doors,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
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