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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.