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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.