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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Stereo Dub to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Wings,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.