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 United States and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.