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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms 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 techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Pole,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.