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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Faust,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.