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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.