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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Main Source,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.