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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
JFA,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
ABC,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.