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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.