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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Flipper,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.