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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.