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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
The Doors,
June Days,
Crime,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.