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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Rekid,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.