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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.