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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.