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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.