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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Gong,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.