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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.