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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Main Source,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.