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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.