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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 guitar 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
DNA,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.