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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
AZ,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.