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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.