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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 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?
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.