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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.