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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.