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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.