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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Crash Course in Science 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.