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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.