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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.