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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.