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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 an organ and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.