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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.