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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Television,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Audionom,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.