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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 The Human League to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Can,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.