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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.