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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.