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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.