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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.