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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the disco 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.