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 Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Section 25,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.