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 Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.