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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.