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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Faust,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.