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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.