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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 DNA to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 theremin 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.