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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.