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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.