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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Chrome,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.