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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
the Association,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Television,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.