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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Magma,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.