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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.