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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.