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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Wings to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.