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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 The Wake to the grime 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.