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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Gong,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
The Index,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.