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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.