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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
The Doors,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.