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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.