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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.