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 Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Pole 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 grunge 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 guitar 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
The Move,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.