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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.