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 Estonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.