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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.