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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a güiro 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
AZ,
The Wake,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.