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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.