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 Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.