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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.