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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.