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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.