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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.