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 Palau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Fire Engines to the disco 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.