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 Canada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the rap 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.