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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.