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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.