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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Second Layer,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.