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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Slits to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.