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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.