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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.