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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.