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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.