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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.