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 India and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.