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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
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.