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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Faust,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.