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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.