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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
JFA,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Wire,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.