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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Inner City,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.