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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.