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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Pierre Henry to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.