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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Scion,
Index,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Japan,
The Slits,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.