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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.