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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.