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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.