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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.