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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.