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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.