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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.