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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
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.