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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.