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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.