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 States and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.