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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
The Saints,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Index,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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.