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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.