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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.