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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.