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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
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.