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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the grunge 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.