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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.