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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.