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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.