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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.