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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.