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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.