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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Can,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.