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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.