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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Techniques to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.