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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.