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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
UT,
Arcadia,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.