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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.