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 Ghana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.