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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.