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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.