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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.