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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Index,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Mars,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.