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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.