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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.