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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.