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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.