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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.