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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
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.