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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.