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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
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Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
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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.