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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Crime,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.