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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.