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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.