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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.