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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.