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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Faust,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.